THE INCREDIBLY SHORT STORY ABOUT A WOMAN’S TRIP TO SAINSBURY’S
Tuesday night, a woman went to the store to buy some groceries. She selected her groceries. She purchased her groceries. She walked home. A man was walking the opposite direction. He murmured something to her in passing. She walked faster. When waiting to cross the street, she noticed the man was steadily approaching. He was now running toward her. I am going to die, she thought. She did not die. The man, in panting breaths, told her that she was beautiful, that he needed to take her to dinner. She said she had a boyfriend. She was lying. He thrust a crumpled paper with his number on it. His name was Ames. He was French. His accent rich. She agreed to call him. She then crossed the street and continued home. She feared that he was watching her. He was not watching her. She will not call him.
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